I lie in bed beside him
And I know him outside in
I've learned his body's line and length
And memorized his grin

I've counted every crease
At the edges of his eyes
I know his soul's complete
Cir***ference, I know his lies

I know his outer qualities
I know his inner doubt
As I know the skin underneath his shirt
I know what he's about

I lie in bed beside him
And unravel him like twine
I know his depths his drives
His drawbacks as he knows mine

I heard they found the lost Atlantis
Off the Spanish coast with a host
Of hidden secrets buried signs and symbols
Green and guarded gold and ghosts

I listen to his breathing
And familiar though he seems
His sleeping self has wandered
To the regions of his dreams

While off the coast of Spain
The Moorish moonlight beams
And deep in guarded, Spanish waters
The green gold gleams

I lie in bed beside him
And I ask him, 'Will you go?'
He says, 'I swear, I'll never leave you'
I say, 'I know'